I decide that I need to talk to Aunt Rachel, since we're gonna be here together for a while. As I enter, I call her name. "Hey, Aunt Rachel! How are ya doing?"
"I'm in the living room. I was thinking it was time you got home. But don't call me 'Aunt Rachel' like a kid; you're a young man now, and I'm not that much older than you." (She's my mom's littlest sister, and nine years older than me.)
"Some 'young man'; mommy and daddy decided that while they were gone, I still needed a babysitter. But thanks... Rachel."
She grins, suddenly looking like just another one of the girls I'm in college with. "Listen, buddy boy, the reason they want me here is that they know darned well you're a man! They don't want any of that 'Risky Business' going down here in their comfortable suburban home; so they invited your boring old aunt to keep you under control. Hope you don't mind."
I grin back at her. "Frankly, Rachel, if my babysitters had looked like *you* I never would have gotten out of the house." I blush, suddenly aware that I have been indiscrete (however sincere) in my admission.
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